girl aggressively making out with her prejac boyfriend, grabs a handful of his hair and separates the kiss just to say "if you cum in your pants again, I'm putting you in a pullup," and then pulling him back in, kissing more aggressively
you definitely shouldn't push right now in your pull-ups to see what happens! that would be a terrible idea! and it would probably feel bad (and possibly squishy). so you really shouldn't!
it does feel really squishy... it smells really yucky, though? i think i got tricked into going potty in my pants
Your nightly diaper-wearing slowly sapping your big kid intelligence away from you…
It starts slow. You’re at work, mindlessly tuned out in the middle of a meeting. You feel the usual twinge of pressure in your bladder and, without thinking, turn towards the speaker, raising your hand. “Yes,” they shoot back, flow of thought interrupted.
“I hafta go potty.” You say, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your coworkers look up from their bored stupors, shocked at your infantile language. You snap back to reality, cheeks flushing red at the embarrassment. “I-I mean! The bathroom! I have to go to the…” you trail off and rush from your seat, ushering yourself quickly to the toilet as your peers exchange confused glances.
You wake the next day like it’s any other, slowly lifting yourself from bed. You stretch your body and feel the saturated nighttime padding clinging onto your waist. Instead of willing yourself out of bed and onto the changing mat, your body betrays you.
You cry. Loud and hard, in the hopes some imaginary parental figure will change you out of your nighttime disaster. It has to be 10 minutes of childish wailing before you realize you’re still an adult and can change yourself. Confused, you change, shower, eat, and grab your keys before you halt at the breach of the door. “Silly me!” you mutter under your breath, bounding childishly back up the stairs and into your room.
You strip down completely, opting out your business attire for childish overalls, a nice pastel t-shirt, cutesy Velcro tennis shoes and, of course, your all-important padding underneath. You look in the mirror, making sure your diaper’s outline is nice and visible. You nod and giggle, some small part of your remaining adult self screaming as you skip like a preschooler out of the door and to your job.
Several of your coworkers shoot you shocked looks as you walk out of the elevator, giggling amongst themselves as you make your way absentmindedly to the office. To no one’s surprised you’re sent home promptly for indecent attire. You sit down in your car, diaper unconsciously soaked and dignity ruined, before you even realize what just happened. But before you can even fully rationalize, you feel a rumbling deep in your gut.
Your brain has only one thought now, one objective. No more adult multitasking and thinking, Just push. You lean into your leather car seating and lift your legs towards you, softly willing your mess into the seat of your padding. Your brow furrows as the soft white fabric stains and stretches to accommodate the load. Panting, you sit back up, beaming like an infant after their first words. Your padding shifts underneath you with a loud squelch and your own simple, infantile muttering of “Uh-oh!”
Out somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the only toilet is an outhouse on a windy cliff off the highway.
She stands still as he finishes peeing and zips up his pants. She really needs to go, but she doesn’t move, looking at the toilet with wary eyes.
“Is the pit toilet too gross for you?” he asks.
She nods.
“And I’m guessing you have to go number 2.”
She nods again. She kind of wishes he couldn’t read her so well.
“You can just go in your pull-up this time if you really have to. It’s okay; I’ll clean you up after. You know I’ll be careful.”
She nods again, expression vacant. She can feel a blush creeping up her face.
“Just go, baby,” he says. “I’m right here. I’ll clean you up when you’re done.”
She bends her knees just a tiny bit and pushes. She can feel it stretching into the back of the pull-up, hard and thick from holding it for so long. She unzips her pants with trembling fingers and pulls them down to her thighs to give herself more room. After the first log settles it gets softer. She’s scared. She’s scared because it feels so good.
“Take your time. Keep going. I’ll wipe you down if you leak.”
She can feel pee spreading across the front of the pull-up. It starts to sag as she pushes out the last little bit of poop. She knows he can see her poop through the sagging leg holes, and she feels her face get hot again.
“No problem, honey, I’ll clean you up.” He turns her around and unzips her backpack, pulling out rubber gloves and snapping them on. He turns her back around with one hand, a pack of wipes in the other.
She doesn’t know how he’s so good at this. He manages to rip the sides of the pull-up and coax it away from her without anything escaping onto her pants, now down around her ankles. The wipes are so cold, but his hands, warm even through the gloves, are so reassuring.
“Almost done,” he says. “Keep standing still.”
Then he’s finished, pulling the gloves off and dropping them into the trash along with the last of the wipes.
“Step all the way out of your pants, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll hold them so they don’t touch the floor. Are they caught on your shoe?” He reaches out and she grabs her hand as she struggles to get them off.
He holds her pants while she fumbles in the bag for a new pull-up. She slips out of her shoes and stands on top of them while she steps into it and pulls it up. He passes her the pants and she pulls them on again.
“There,” he says. “You’re all good now.” He opens the door and she follows him out. “Don’t worry, I’ll put on hand sanitizer when we get back into the car.”
He sticks to his word and rubs in a good amount of hand sanitizer before offering it to her. “Just to make you feel better.”
She does feel better; she feels very safe as he turns the key in the ignition and they back out of the parking lot. They head back down the highway, passing evergreen trees on either side. He loops his fingers into hers, steering with one hand.
“Is it okay…” she begins softly, but falters.
“Is it okay what?”
“Can I do that more often? Am I allowed? It felt…” She looks out the window at the trees sliding by, the green hills beyond them, the salt marsh and the blue sky. “I really, I really liked it.”
He laughs. It sounds a little incredulous, but not in a mean way. “You’re allowed to do anything you want.”
David loooves to go to Aunt Laura’s house because she has a whole wall of dollhouses, and she lets him play with them as much as he wants.
That’s the first thing he wants to do when he and Mommy arrive, even though he has to whine his way through a snack and pull-up check first.
Laura has a bunch of friends over, and it’s so humiliating to stand to the side of the dining room table where they’re all eating and talking while Mommy pulls his pants down and gives him a thorough pat-down.
Laura and Mommy sit down on the couch with a tray of cheese and crackers and start working on their crocheting projects, or something. He’s not really paying attention because he’s busy exploring the dollhouses and looking at the cute tiny furniture and dishes.
He bends down a little bit to look through a dollhouse on a lower shelf and Mommy sets down her crocheting, the hook clinking against the glass top of the coffee table.
She walks over and puts her hand down the back of his pants.
“What are you doing?” asks Laura.
“Oh, I’m just checking that he isn’t pooping. He’s been doing that lately.”
“Oh my, pooping in his pull-ups? He really is regressing, isn’t he?”
“I guess so.” Mommy pats his bottom and walks back over to the couch. “I guess he’s fine right now. But look at how red he is! Do you need to go potty, honey? Can you tell us if you do?”
He nods, choosing the stare at the dollhouse furniture again. But he’s so distracted now. It isn’t his fault that pooping his pants feels soo good. He doesn’t really think it means that he’s regressing…
Two of Laura’s friends come out and sit down, turning on the TV. They’re watching cartoons. It’s perfect background noise while he rearranges the beds in the green Victorian dollhouse.
“Does somebody need to go pee?”
It’s Mommy’s voice. Does he need to go pee? He realizes that he’s shuffling from foot to foot. He pulls his shirt down between his thighs. He looks over at Mommy and nods, feeling so shy in front of Aunt Laura and her friends.
“You remember what it feels like when you have to go pee, right? It feels kind of tingly and maybe a little heavy down there.”
“I know! I remember!”
Mommy gently pulls his hands away from the dollhouse and walks him to Laura’s bathroom.
The bathroom is light and airy, with an open window and light green walls. He feels a warm dribble between his legs and wetness spreads across his padding.
“Pull down your pants, sweetheart. Get your penis out so you can go pee in the toilet.”
But he’s already peeing in the pull-up. He fumbles in front of the toilet, trying to pull his pants down quickly enough that she doesn’t notice he’s already peeing. But in the process pee runs down the front of his pants and splashes onto the toilet seat and even the floor.
“Baby!!”
“I didn’t mean to!!” He feels tears prick his eyes. Mommy turns him around firmly and sits him down on the toilet. There’s still so much pee. It’s so warm and feels really nice even despite of how embarrassed he is.
“We’re going to have to tell Aunt Laura you made a mess. Are you finished peeing?” Mommy’s voice is stern. He really, really wants to cry now.
“I’m all done.”
“Oh my goodness, look at your pull-up.”
It didn’t feel like that much when he leaked, but the pull-up hanging between his legs is soaked.
“I don’t want to have to go out there with my pee pants,” he squeaks. “Everybody is going to see.”
“Oh, come on. What else are we going to do? Take you out there naked?” He pouts. “Uh-huh. I knew you wouldn’t like that idea.”
Mommy pulls him up off the toilet and pulls his pants back up. The wet pull-up is heavy and growing cold. He looks down and sees wet patches forming around his thighs from it soaking through to his pants.
“We have to go get your spare pants from my bag.” Mommy pulls him back out into the living room, where he tries to hide his face from Laura’s friends. Is everyone looking at him or are they still watching cartoons? He can’t tell.
Mommy succeeds in getting his spare pants from her bag.
“Oh, Laura, by the way…David had an accident and got some pee on the toilet and the floor.”
“Oh, no problem. I’ll come help you clean it up.”
David squeezes his eyes shut and Mommy swats his bottom on the way back to the bathroom.
The bathroom feels really crowded with Laura in there, too. Mommy makes David clean up the toilet and floor with a spray bottle and a rag.
“Good thing it was just pee,” says Laura.
Maybe hearing “just pee” is what did it. David feels a cramp in his belly.
Mommy is getting a new pull-up out of the bag. David lets Laura take his pants off. Way more embarrassing than Mommy doing it.
Mommy wipes him down while Laura watches. Nobody comments on his extremely obvious erection.
Then Mommy pulls up his new pull-up while Laura gets his pants from the bag.
He JUST went pee. So why does he feel the pull-up start to get damp right away?
Mommy makes everybody wash their hands. She helps him, putting her hands over his and rubbing them down a little bit roughly.
And then it’s back out into the living room. David wanders back over to the dollhouses.
“Is it already time for dinner?” Laura is standing up, setting her crocheting on the table. She stretches.
“It’s ready!” shouts somebody from the kitchen.
Everybody migrates to the dining room and David stands up slowly.
He really needs to go poop now. Like, really bad. For some reason he didn’t want to say anything when he first felt it in the bathroom, even though the toilet was right there.
Even though it was mostly embarrassing that Laura said he was regressing, it also made him feel really excited. He watches the doorway to the dining room intently. Nobody is looking over. He bends his knees a little bit. It doesn't take a lot of effort. He puts his hand on his bottom and feels warm, semi-hard poop slowly ease into his pull-up…oh, it feels so good and solid.
“Where’s David? David!” Mommy’s voice. He quickly squats down, as if that will hide it…Naturally, it looks even more suspicious.
Mommy is standing over him. She pulls him to his feet.
“Oh my goodness. Aunt Laura is right…”
Now Laura is here too, and Jim and Peggy. David hides his face.
“Oh, he sure is regressing,” says Laura. “Let’s just take him to my bedroom this time. Shoo, everybody. Clear out.”
Jim and Peggy go back to the dining room.
The door to Laura’s bedroom creaks. It smells like perfume inside. Laura has a homemade quilt on her bed. She pulls a couple towels out of a cupboard and lays them out on the ground.
“How did you get him like this?” she asks Mommy. “I want to know your secret.”
“Lots of juice and movies. I sit him on my lap a lot and just cuddle him and rub him down. He loves it. I give him a pacifier at night, too…I think all of that puts him in…kind of a headspace…”
Laura lays him down on the towels and makes him lift up his legs. Something about lying there so helpless makes him lose control and he feels himself pooping again. It’s a little louder this time.
“Ope.”
“What’s wrong?” asks Mommy.
“He went a little bit more. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”
David realizes that his thumb is in his mouth.
“Wow,” says Laura. “I don’t think a baby like that gets to have another pull-up. What do you think?”
Mommy frowns. “No, I don’t think so. I brought a couple diapers just in case.”
David covers his face. “Just in case” is so embarrassing.
But by the time Mommy gets back, he’s blissed out, sucking his thumb and rubbing his bottom against the towels, feeling the poop mush against his butt. He can’t even think about covering his face, just warmth and softness and…
Laura pulls his pants off, and then his pull-up. He starts to cry when he feels the cold air on him. Even more when Laura starts to wipe him down.
“Oh my gosh, David, don’t cry…” Laura leans up between his legs to wipe his eyes. “Mommy and Aunt Laura are here. We’re getting you out of your stinky pull-up and into a diaper.” Laura turns back to Mommy. “Did you pack him PJs?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t think of it…”
“That’s okay, he can borrow some of mine. They’ll fit you okay.” She leans over again and kisses David’s cheek.
“He needs a pacifier for sure, too,” says Mommy. “Or maybe to suck on my boob for a little while. Would that be inappropriate to do in the living room?”
“Not for a baby like this,” says Laura. “Okay, Mommy gets the honor of diapering him.”
Tender. Every part of it is tender. The way she pulls it under him, the way she smooths the tapes…
Laura’s pajamas are kind of big on him, and the pants slip down a couple times on the way to the dining room.
“Is David okay?” Jim asks Mommy as they come into the room.
“He’s fine. Just an exciting day. He decided to poop himself while he was playing.”
“Well, it looks like he’s cleaned up now.”
“Sure is. Is it okay if I take his dinner out to the couch?”
Mommy makes David eat four bites of dinner on the couch before she lifts up her shirt and gets him situated on her lap. His needy mouth finds its target almost immediately and he starts to suck, rubbing his thighs together.
“Oh, baby wants somebody to touch him,” says Mommy, reaching down and gently rubbing circles on his diaper bulge.
She pats him and then reaches for the plate of his leftovers. Everyone is slowly coming out of the kitchen, gathering on the floor to play some kind of board game.
David’s eyes are getting heavy and slowly closing. Mommy’s voice sounds so far away as she talks to her friends, still finishing David’s dinner. He slowly lets himself lie down, head in her lap. He feels a pacifier being slowly eased into his mouth. And then he drifts off to sleep…
He sits in the corner, quietly pushing his trucks in circles, but I can smell that something’s up.
“Aw, did you have an accident, baby?”
I gently pull him to his feet.
“Do you need a change right now?”
He nods.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.”
I pat his butt under his shorts. “We can’t do this one standing up. You’d get super messy. Okay?” I kiss his cheek.
I lay him down on the floor on top of a thick towel and gently slide off his shorts. His pull-up is sagging and I can see his mess through the leg holes. Of course his hands go straight over his face.
“Mm, are you shy that I’m seeing you like this? Baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I know,” he says, voice cracking.
“Listen to your little voice crack. You’re still so immature. It’s no wonder you have accidents sometimes.”
He keep hiding behind his hands while I rip the sides of his pull-up open and let it fall under him.
“Oh wow. What’s happening here?” The plastic lid of the wipes clicks open. I slide one clean, cool wipe over his penis. His body is so tense.
I wipe him down slowly. “Okay, you need to use your hands now. I need you to hold up your legs for me. Come on, baby.” I sigh. “It’s super important that I get you clean down there. It’s not embarrassing to need to get cleaned up. It’s embarrassing to walk around with a stinky butt. What are you gonna do?”
This gets him to comply. He stares hard at the ceiling while holding his legs up as I wipe him all the way down.
“How come you’re getting so worked up?” There’s a little precum glistening on the head of his cock. “What’s up with that?” His face and his privates are both burning red. He covers his face again.
“Can we try another pull-up,” I ask, sliding my fingers from his base to his tip, “or do we need a diaper now?”
He knows he isn’t meant to do it but he really wants to. He glances at the couch and then back at the doorway. He can hear his girlfriend moving pots and pans around in the kitchen but he can’t see her. He gets closer to the couch and finally ducks down and crawls behind it, into that little space between the backrest and the wall.
He squats with one hand on the textured wall and the other around his knees. A little bit of sunlight is coming down from the window, warming his head. He’s already peeing, in little spurts every few seconds when he shifts his legs. It feels so good. He closes his eyes and pushes a little bit.
It feels so good. He keeps pushing, diaper expanding. He can feel drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth as he hums to himself. “Mmmm, mmmm…” He can’t help it. It feels so good. One hand snakes into the front of his diaper. He touches his tip delicately with one finger. Unf, he needs to keep touching himself. He inches his hand deeper into his diaper, as far as it will go against the taut elastic, cupping himself. He starts to rock against his hand as he keeps pushing.
He barely registers a voice calling from somewhere above him, somewhere outside his little paradise behind the couch. “Baby boy? Where are you? Do you want to watch a show with me?”
Footsteps and the couch shuffles above him. He doesn’t really notice. “Mmmfm. Mmm…”
Then he feels long hair falling against his head. He slowly opens his eyes.
“What you doing?” she giggles.
He fumbles for a second, hand retracting from his diaper. It takes a second for his mouth to shape words. “N-nothing!!”
“Come here,” she says. She doesn’t sound angry. He stands up, bumping his shoulder awkwardly against the back of the couch. She coaxes him out. “I thought you were having accidents. It doesn’t really look like an accident when you’re hiding behind the couch and pooping yourself, baby.”
He’s still so turned on that his knees are weak. Words aren’t forming in his head and getting to his mouth. “Um, uh, um…”
“Let’s go to the bathroom. That’s the appropriate place to go potty.” She takes his hand and leads him down the hallway.
He stands awkwardly next to the toilet.
“Do you need to go poop more?”
“Uh-huh,” he says.
“Okay, just go in your diaper. There’s no use going in the toilet now. No, no, not when you’re standing. I want to see you do that cute little squat again. Is that how you normally go? Do you sneak away and do this on purpose all the time? And then come up to me with tears in your eyes.” She puts on a mocking, but annoyingly good impression of his voice. “‘Mommy, I had an accident…’” She snorts. “You’re a good actor.”
He’s staring at the tile floor so hard it feels like his eyes are going to touch it. He’s pushing. The last bit is tough to get out. His pants feel really heavy and wet now. He’s using so much willpower not to touch himself in front of her.
“What, nothing to say to that?” She squats down on his level. He raises his head a little and his field of vision is filled with her legs, skirt falling neatly on either side of her muscular thighs, and a little bit of her undies peeking through.
“Unff,” he moans.
“I saw you touching yourself,” she says. “You must really like this. You like hiding and pooping yourself, huh? Don’t you?” She’s petting his hair. His face feels hot. His whole head feels hot. His brain must be melting. He hears a little patter and looks down to see a long rope of drool has dropped from his mouth and splattered on the floor.
“All done?” She draws his head to her chest, still stroking his hair.
“Uh-huh,” he manages to gasp.
“I don’t think you are, yet. Are you, honey? You need a big change. Do you want to do changes here or in the bedroom?”
He just shakes his head.
“Let’s just do in here. Lie down, baby boy. There you go. That’s a good boy.”
No towel, no change mat, nothing. He’s just lying on the cold bathroom floor as she eases his pants down and untapes his diaper. He’s enamored by the sound of the tapes, the wet smack of the full diaper hitting the floor, the cold feeling of the wipes…he starts wiggling involuntarily, hands running over his face and down his neckline, across his collarbones and shoulders.
“Baby can’t contain himself, can he?” She trails a finger from the bottom of his erection to the top. “Look at how hard you are. You can’t hide that. It’s like a flag pointing straight up. It’s like a signal. And it’s all blush pink, just like your face. It’s saying, look at how much baby boy enjoys this!”
He starts whining, no words, just little noises, covering his face with his arms. She slooooowly snakes her fingers around his shaft. And then she starts jerking him off, really fast, almost too fast after all the build-up.
He moans and he can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. She’s doing this like it’s maintenance, like she just wants him to cum. He does, everywhere, all over her hand and his pelvis and a little bit on his sweater and tummy.
“Aww, what a mess. You need a shower, don’t you? You need a shower and a fresh diaper. And then I think you need to go to bed a little early. That was an exciting day.”
Under the cold water of the shower he starts to feel himself “coming to”. Like waking up from deep sleep or a weird drug trip. “Mommy, I mean, Jenna, I think I’m okay now. I don’t think I need to go to bed. I think I should get a little work done before I go into the office tomorrow, actually. I mean—it’s still light out!”
“Don’t be silly, sweetheart. I can tell what you really want. We’re going to have some pasta for dinner and then you’re going to get really cozy in bed. We changed the sheets after you leaked this morning, remember? So it’ll be really fresh and cozy.”
He starts to argue but falters. “O-okay.” She’s right. She knows what he really wants.
I reach out for it in the dark and pull it off the shelf by the bedside. I feel him stir and his hands reach out for it before he wraps it up in a hug. He turns away from me and I snuggle up to him, reaching my hand around his hips from behind.
“Isn’t it kind of fucked up to grope someone who still needs his teddy bear to sleep?” I say softly into his ear.
“N-no, because I’m a grown up.”
I laugh. “I know that, honey. But someone who sleeps with a teddy and wears pull-ups to bed is a little bit immature, right?”
“Hey! I don’t have a pull-up on tonight.”
“Right, because you had three dry nights in a row. I’m not going to be mad at you if we wake up in a puddle, though. I know it’s hard…”
I cup him through his pants and start to gently rub the heel of my hand over his bulge.
“Besides, you’re still in matching pajamas. And I think your undies have dinosaurs on them…Oh, silly me. I know they have dinosaurs on them, because I helped you pick them out.” I slip my hand away and press it gently against his cheek to feel how warm he is from blushing.
He whines a little bit and I feel his hips wiggle and jerk. He wants me to keep rubbing him.
“Did you like that? I thought you said you didn’t like it when I tease you.”
“I don’t…I just…”
“Is it just a little bit embarrassing, baby, that you need to be holding your teddy bear and you need someone to be a little bit mean to you before you can get off?”
“Mmm…no…it’s not…I mean…it’s…” he trails off, muttering something incomprehensible.
“Uh-huh…great job using your words,” I say sarcastically. “I definitely followed that. Totally not gibberish to me.”
He moans a little, trying to suppress it and failing.
“Are you close?”
“N-no, I can’t…”
“Ohhh…” I sit up, shifting the blankets off him. He whines about being cold. “Oh, be quiet.” I slap him very softly, just playfully, on the cheek. Then I lean down over his ear. I can just barely make it out in the dark. “I get what’s going on. You don’t have a pull-up on. You haven’t came without a pull-up on in a while. Is that it?”
“Noo…”
“Are you suuure? Are you sure you don’t want a pull-up, baby? It’s okay to say yes.” No response. I lean closer. “Come on. I know you’re really a pathetic baby, and you know you’re really a pathetic little baby. We both know that. Get up.”
I grab his wrist, simultaneously flipping on the light above the bed. He doesn’t protest as I pull him up to a sitting position.
He looks so flustered in the bright light, hair tousled up and face burning red. He pulls his shirt up over his mouth and tries to hide.
“Cutie. Aww. Already leaky.” I run my hand over the wet spot on his PJ pants.
“I know,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“Jeez, what are you sorry about? You’re always whining about something. You’re fine.” I stand up and bend down to the lower shelf, extracting an XL Goodnite for him. We tried the XXL but he looks cuter in the ones that really hug him around the hips. Even though there’s a greater chance of leaking…
I don’t make him stand up. He lies down on his own, short-ways on the bed with his legs hanging over, clutching his teddy to his chest.
“Aww…aren’t you cute? What were you telling me, that you don’t need pull-ups anymore? That you aren’t just a little boy who needs his undies and pull-ups? That it’s normal for a grown man to wear cute stuff like this?” I pull off his PJ pants and then slide down his undies. His hand reaches down to help me, almost unconsciously.
“Wow, someone’s eager to get this on.” I slip his feet through the holes and slowly pull it up, using one hand to push his legs up when I need to get it over his butt. His thumb is in his mouth. “And a thumb sucker, too.”
I pick up his discarded undies from next to him on the bed and examine them in the light. “Wow, these are soaked. You got pretty wet from me teasing you.”
I help him back into his PJs and he clambers back under the covers as I switch off the light. “You like it dark better, huh?” I wrap my arms around him again. “You’re the first guy I’ve been with who doesn’t put his hands all over me. I like that. The only thing you spoon is your teddy.” I slither my hand down his torso, his flat little belly, the curves of his hips, and work it into his pants again, gently rubbing the front of his pull-up.
“You like that? That feel good?” He moans again, not trying so hard to hide it. I can feel how much faster his hips are moving this time…the way he’s desperately humping my hand.
“Uhhh…” he shudder and I feel his back curve away from me as he pushes hard against my hand. Then he backs off, humping me just softly before he goes still, breathing hard.
“Okay, good job. Notice how fast you got there once we got a diaper on.”
He groans.
“Pull-up, sorry. Special nighttime underwear for very big boys. Is that what it says on the package?”
“Something…” he trails off again, saying something that sounds like “yadda yadda yaya…”
“What was that?” I lift myself onto my elbows and kiss his cheeks and his temple. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “You know, honey, it’s a good idea to go pee after you cum, even if it’s not from real sex. Do you need to go pee-pee?”
He nods a little, tiny bit and buries his face in the bear.
“Oh, honey…Just go, okay? Just go slow so that you don’t start leaking right away. Shh, it’s fine. We’ll clean up in the morning. These are the beater sheets, remember? They’ve been through a lot of your accidents…”
He whines again.
“Shhh…It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. You can do it.”
I hear a little trickle and he stops it quickly.
“Was that easy? Maybe too easy? You’re so used to them now, aren’t you? I bet it feels even more natural than going in the toilet.”
He wriggles and I hear him start to piss again. I cup him so that I can feel the pull-up getting warm.
“Good job going slow, baby. Let it all out slow. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of it in the morning.”
“That’s why I put you in a diaper for a nap. You were so insistent that you didn’t need it. It kiiind of smells like you did, though.”
He can feel wetness pressing up against his front and his behind. He snuggles his head against my chest.
“Are you embarrassed? Embarrassed that I can strip your confidence and agency away so easily?” I run my fingers through his hair. It’s so cute the way he’ll doze off in the sun while I read in bed. I could tell he might be messing just from the way he was twitching in his sleep. “Or are you just feeling embarrassed that you never grew out of this?”
He doesn’t say anything, pressing his face harder against me.
“You know, even most adult bedwetters still have a handle on the solid side of things. Did you realize you had to go poop before you fell asleep?”
He shakes his head into my chest. I bet he wishes he could shrink down and vanish. He’s told me that before. Just how embarrassing it is when this happens. Especially when I comment about it. So I can’t help myself.
I push my hand against the back of his diaper, letting his mess squish against him. I can feel him trembling and I know it’s turning him on despite his efforts to control himself and calm down.
“I’m so glad you can be safe with me.” I kiss his head, and he reacts, pulling his face away from me and scooting up so that our faces are level and I can kiss him on the mouth. After we lock lips a couple of times he gets needy, panting, mouth slightly open, trying to get more.
“No, no more than that, sweetheart. You need to earn it, okay? Just little kisses from Momma now.”
He closes his mouth reluctantly, still breathing hard through his nose.
“You’re so worked up, aren’t you? I guess it’s been a while since you got some relief, hasn’t it?” I remove his arms from around me and lay him on his back, straddling him.
“Do you think you can do it just from me humping you? I can tell you’re really needy but I don’t really want to do anything else with someone in a poopy diaper.”
He grimaces, hips rocking from side to side against the sheets.
“Careful, baby. Don’t get too wiggly and make a mess.”
He slips two fingers into his mouth and starts sucking, hard. His diaper bulge fits so perfectly between my legs and it feels to good. I put my hands on his shoulders and start to rock slowly against him, pressing my pelvis into him.
I like listen to his little grunts. They slowly turn into moans. “What feels better?” I ask. “Me rubbing on you or your mess squishing against your bottom?”
“You,” he says breathlessly, head arching back on the pillow.
“Aww.” I lean down to kiss him, letting him have just a little bit more before I raise my head again. I love watching him from above as he struggles and wiggles.
“I can’t finish,” he breathes. “I c-can’t…I can’t do it. There’s too much padding.”
I climb off him and he whines and shudders.
“That’s just too bad then. I have to change. You got me kind of sweaty while you were sleeping.” I shift my legs over the side of the bed and stand up, crossing the room to my dresser. I pull my shirt off and hunt through the drawers. “That’s what’s so funny. You get the bed all damp no matter what you’re wearing.”
He whines again. “Mommaaaa…I want to finish.”
“Uh-huh. I hear you, baby.” I open the bottom drawer of his blue and green dresser and get him a pair of training pants and shorts.
I cross back over to the bed and stand over him. “But what you need right now is a change. We can finish with all that later. I think it’s a lot more important that you don’t have a poopy butt than that you get to cum. Don’t you think so, honey?”
“Ughhhh. I guess so.”
“Maybe this will make you feel better. I know you say you only want it when you’re tired, but I know you like it, don’t you?” I slide his pacifier into his mouth and he starts sucking right away, one hand pressing it closer to his lips.
“There’s my perfect boy. Stand up so I can change you on the floor.” His legs are actually trembling as he stands, and I see goosebumps rising on his skin.
“Somebody’s going to need a sweater, too.” I shuffle the clothes in his drawer again and pull out a new striped tshirt and his wool sweater with the white ducks knitted into the pattern.
The change is pretty uneventful, which is fun for me, but not for him. I pretend not to notice his hips bucking and wiggling while I wipe him down. “All done. I need to go wash my hands.”
“I’m not done yet,” he calls out while I’m in the bathroom. “I’m not doooone. I need more help!”
“Help with what?” I say, reappearing in the doorway. “You’re all clean now.”
I kneel down and pull his training pants halfway down his legs, making him take them the rest of the way before I pull him to his feet. “Get your shorts on. Okay, now let me pull your sweater over your head.”
“I don’t like the training pants,” he complains as I nudge him out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. He rubs his eyes.
“Cotton training pants are better than a pull-up because you can feel it when you have an accident. I was just reading about it on a pottytraining forum.”
“Well, you’re going to. And I’d better not catch you trying to take them off.”
He sits down at the kitchen table.
“You’re still cranky from your nap, huh? It’ll wear off soon. Let me get you a puzzle book or something to help get your brain going again.”
I leave to get his sudoku and when I come back he’s making a snack from the fridge.
“Ooh, good boy. Can you cut some carrots up for me, too?”
I sit across from him and watch him thinking hard as he starts filling out a puzzle. He rests his head on one hand and pulls gently at his hair, chewing on a carrot. His leg is bouncing under the table.
The weekend after Christmas starts with a suitcase at the front door.
Not a big one. Just pajamas, a change of pull ups, a night time diaper, a favorite book, and the stuffed animal that has been through everything with us. We are going to my parent’s house today, and even though it is familiar and full of love, it still feels like a lot for my little one.
I can tell before anything is said.
My little one moves slowly, stopping in doorways, tugging at their sleeves. Their smile fades when I mention Nana’s cookies and Grandpa’s loud laugh. It is not fear. It is that careful feeling that comes when something feels big.
“I don’t know if I want to go,” they say.
I bring my eyes level with his. “That makes sense,” I tell them. “There will be a lot of people.”
They nod, eyes moving to the floor. “What if they make fun of me?”
“They won’t. They love you”
I pack up his diaper bag and make sure to grab extra pull ups and a bottle. When he is very overwhelmed he tends to slip deep into little space.
The car ride is quiet. The music is low. Trees pass by the window. They hold their stuffed animal tight. At stoplights, I reach back and squeeze their knee so they know I am still here.
When we arrive, the house is already full. Voices overlap. Someone laughs loudly. My little one stops and presses into my side.
We walk in together. I keep my hand firmly in theirs. Grandma kneels down instead of rushing in. Grandpa waves from across the room. No one pushes. Everyone gives space.
We sit in a quiet corner for a while. My little one watches more than they talk. They are taking everything in at their own pace. After some time, they slide off my lap to play on the floor.
It happens when he squats down to pick up a Lego.
They instinctively grunt and fill their pull up. Not even thinking, just reacting.
Once they realize what they’ve done they look at me with terror in their eyes.
They pooped their pants. In the middle of their grandparents living room.
“Momma,” they whisper. Their eyes fill with tears and they run right into my arms.
I do not react with surprise. I do not change my voice.
“That is okay,” I say. “Accidents happen.”
Their lip trembles. “I tried.”
“I know you did,” I tell them, pulling them close. “Your body is still learning. You are not in trouble.”
We go to the bathroom together. I take my time getting his shorts off. I talk about the picture on the wall and the smell of the soap. Once he steps out of his shorts I rip the sides of his pull up and its plops to the floor between his legs.
He looks down. Sees the mess in his pull ups. And within seconds I can see him slip deep into little space.
“Mommy. Poopoo. Icky.”
“I know baby. Mommy is going to clean you up. Put a nini diaper on you and get you ready for a nap”
“No! No nap. No didi. Pullys!”
I can tell this is going to go in one of two directions. A massive fight that will end with both of us in tears. Or I can lean into him being little and hopefully save the battle.
“How about when I’m done getting you cleaned, you can have some booby time before your nap?”
I watch him weigh his options. He’s thinking the same thing I just did.
Their shoulders relax. The tension leaves their body.
“Otay mommy”
After moving the poopy diaper out of the way, I lay my baby boy on the floor and work on cleaning him up.
I slide a new diaper under him and make sure that it’s all nice and snug.
I pull his pants back up and pick him up off the floor.
I slowly move us to the nursery my parents made for him. Sit down in the rocking chair and nurse my baby to sleep.
When he wakes up we will open presents and he will forget all about his poopy accident.
The weekend after Christmas starts with a suitcase at the front door.
Not a big one. Just pajamas, a change of pull ups, a night time diaper, a favorite book, and the stuffed animal that has been through everything with us. We are going to my parent’s house today, and even though it is familiar and full of love, it still feels like a lot for my little one.
I can tell before anything is said.
My little one moves slowly, stopping in doorways, tugging at their sleeves. Their smile fades when I mention Nana’s cookies and Grandpa’s loud laugh. It is not fear. It is that careful feeling that comes when something feels big.
“I don’t know if I want to go,” they say.
I bring my eyes level with his. “That makes sense,” I tell them. “There will be a lot of people.”
They nod, eyes moving to the floor. “What if they make fun of me?”
“They won’t. They love you”
I pack up his diaper bag and make sure to grab extra pull ups and a bottle. When he is very overwhelmed he tends to slip deep into little space.
The car ride is quiet. The music is low. Trees pass by the window. They hold their stuffed animal tight. At stoplights, I reach back and squeeze their knee so they know I am still here.
When we arrive, the house is already full. Voices overlap. Someone laughs loudly. My little one stops and presses into my side.
We walk in together. I keep my hand firmly in theirs. Grandma kneels down instead of rushing in. Grandpa waves from across the room. No one pushes. Everyone gives space.
We sit in a quiet corner for a while. My little one watches more than they talk. They are taking everything in at their own pace. After some time, they slide off my lap to play on the floor.
It happens when he squats down to pick up a Lego.
They instinctively grunt and fill their pull up. Not even thinking, just reacting.
Once they realize what they’ve done they look at me with terror in their eyes.
They pooped their pants. In the middle of their grandparents living room.
“Momma,” they whisper. Their eyes fill with tears and they run right into my arms.
I do not react with surprise. I do not change my voice.
“That is okay,” I say. “Accidents happen.”
Their lip trembles. “I tried.”
“I know you did,” I tell them, pulling them close. “Your body is still learning. You are not in trouble.”
We go to the bathroom together. I take my time getting his shorts off. I talk about the picture on the wall and the smell of the soap. Once he steps out of his shorts I rip the sides of his pull up and its plops to the floor between his legs.
He looks down. Sees the mess in his pull ups. And within seconds I can see him slip deep into little space.
“Mommy. Poopoo. Icky.”
“I know baby. Mommy is going to clean you up. Put a nini diaper on you and get you ready for a nap”
“No! No nap. No didi. Pullys!”
I can tell this is going to go in one of two directions. A massive fight that will end with both of us in tears. Or I can lean into him being little and hopefully save the battle.
“How about when I’m done getting you cleaned, you can have some booby time before your nap?”
I watch him weigh his options. He’s thinking the same thing I just did.
Their shoulders relax. The tension leaves their body.
“Otay mommy”
After moving the poopy diaper out of the way, I lay my baby boy on the floor and work on cleaning him up.
I slide a new diaper under him and make sure that it’s all nice and snug.
I pull his pants back up and pick him up off the floor.
I slowly move us to the nursery my parents made for him. Sit down in the rocking chair and nurse my baby to sleep.
When he wakes up we will open presents and he will forget all about his poopy accident.
Silly baby, you told Daddy you liked diaper. What was the issue then? You used to think pull-ups weren’t babyish enough. Now you’d like nothing more than to be able to put on a pair of panties. Things just get a lot more serious when you realize you can’t make it to the bathroom on time even when you try. Standing up was dangerous now. Immediately, you would leak out into your padding. And right about now, you had done the mistake of standing in the living room. You had that feeling of when you enter a room and don’t know where to go next.
“Do you need to go potty?” Daddy asked you. He had genuinely been trying to help you regain potty training and yet you still failed at every attempt. He gently reminded you to go potty a good dozen times a day.
“No, Daddy.” you rolled your eyes. You felt too big for such infantilization. In spite of peeing your pants every day.
But, of course, as soon as you said you didn’t need to go potty, you felt your tummy rumble. Something wanted to come out of your behind. And by the time you realized you needed to poop, your pull-up had already expanded to accommodate the mess.
Photo credit: @partyinmypullups-again
For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter
CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink
Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!
“Mommy mommy mommy!!!” shouts my sweet little girlfriend as she runs into the kitchen slamming into me. “Woah woah woah baby” I clutch her biceps so she doesn’t fall over. Unfazed her bouncing doesn’t stop her tiny tits bouncing in her thin crop top, her nipples poking out from the chill of the AC in the house.
“Mommy I was just watching mermaids on the tv and they looked like they were having so much fun swimming around and mommy please I really really wanna go swimming in the pool now please mommy please!!!” she quite literally begs with her hands clutched in front of her giving me puppy dog eyes. I raise and eyebrow, “Now sweetheart before I answer your request, I need you to think back and tell mommy what you did wrong.”
She pauses her bouncing and scrunches her eyebrows together thinking. “Uhhh I dunno mommy, because I was running…?” She questions her high pitched excited voice lowering as she realizes her mistake. She looks down and twists her fingers together nervously before looking back up at me with her lip pouted and her lashes fluttering.
“Yes exactly, does mommy allow you to run in the house like you just did?” I question in my best stern mommy voice, one I usually don’t need to use. She lowers her eyes again and shakes her head.
I lift her chin up and she looks at me with her beautiful bright eyes. “The answer is no I do not because it’s dangerous and you could have hurt yourself or even knocked mommy over. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” I ask her moving my hands to my hips. She slips her thumb in her mouth to self soothe and mumbles around it. “I sowwy mama I pwomise nu running in da house for me eva again!” Her little lisp with her thumb in her mouth is just so fucking cute it’s hard to not just grab her and cuddle.
I soothe my finger down her rosy cheek and lean down and press a light kiss on her forehead. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear, now hurry you little butt to the bedroom so I can change you into your swim diapie.” A big smile overcomes her face and she bounces. “Yay yay yay you’re the best mommy ever thank you thank you!” She exclaims, I slap her diapered butt and usher her out the kitchen. She speed walks ahead of me up the stairs and to our bedroom.
I step into the room and find her already spread out on the floor with the changing mat underneath her. Her legs are spread Eagle and she’s sucking on her thumb quietly. “Aw Baby you look so scrumptious.” I coo as I bend down and give her sweet chubby face kisses. She giggles and her free hand clutches my arm.
“Give me one second sweetie.” I stand and pull out what I’ll need to change her and sit back down between her spread legs. Wordlessly I pull off her crop top and her small tits spring to view, I also pull down her shorts. Now she lays just in her full diaper. “Alright baby let’s get you into your swim diaper and your swim top. But first let’s clean your little booty, is there a poopy in there sweetie pie?” I question as I rub the top of her diaper eliciting a moan from her. “I dunno mommy I no thinks so.” She mumbles around her thumb. I slide my hand down and squish her diaper. “Hmmm I guess mommy will just have to be surprised.” I say teasing her even though I smelt her stinky butt before I even entered the room.
I prep the wipes before I start pulling back the tabs of her diaper as she watches me intently. I pull her diaper down and surprisingly all I find is a piss soaked diaper. Her soft little chubby cock nestled so cutely against her balls glistening from her piss. “Oh sweetheart, are you having trouble making pushies?” I question as I rub her soft thigh. I guess that smell was her farts, poor baby girl.
She blushes and nods. “That’s okay baby no need to be shy mommy will help don’t you worry.” I coo and tickle her tummy. She giggles and wiggles around, “mommy swimming!!!”
“Okay okay I hear ya!” I joke and wipe her pretty cock clean with a baby wipe and her bum. “One second sweetie mommy just has to do one little think before I put in your swim diaper.” I get up and grab the glycerin suppository and a bit of lube and bend back down between her spread thighs. I spread the lube onto the supportutory and with my other hand I spread her cheeks to get a good look at her pink hole and she squeezes it shut just as I go to push it in. “No mommy I no wan it.” She wiggles and whines. I lock eyes with her and give her my best mommy stare. “Honey you need this you haven’t went poopy in two days now sit still and relax your little hole for mommy.” I tell her in a sharp no nonsense tone. She quiets and stopes wiggling. She spreads her legs again and suckles her thumb. I spread her cheeks again and look at her now relaxed hole. “Such a good girl I love how you listen to mommy. There we go there we go.” I say as I push the suppository into her small hole. She grunts as it slips in “ah” and I rub her thighs. “See it wasn’t scary at all now was it?” I question and she shakes her head.
“Now let’s get you into your swim diapie.” I grab the swim diaper and put her feet through the holes and slide it up her legs.“Lift your butt for mommy.” She lifts her butt and I get it over her cock and butt. She shifts around and reaches and pushes down on the front of the diaper. “Is the princesses cock not in the right position?” I question and without her answering I slip my hand in and move her cock into a more comfortable position but before I can slip my hand out she begins to piss into my palm. “Oh baby you’re going potty in mommy’s hand!” I explain and press down on her little piss hole. “I sowwy mommy I couldn’t hold it.” She says in embarrassment covering her pink cheeks with her hands. “It’s okay honey I know you can’t control your bladder, you’re mommy’s little girl after all!” I attempt to calm her, I don’t love my hand from her diaper because I don’t want her to think her little accident upset me. Slowly I rub the tip of her cock as she pisses and she moans “mommy”.
“There we go sweetie, such a good girl pissing your diaper. Next mommy is gonna need you to make pushies okay?” I tell her.
“Okay mama I try make pushies!” She tells me in a serious tone or what she thinks is a serious tone. I can’t help but smile, “good girl.” I pull my hand out and it’s soaked in her urine. “Mommy will be right back sweetie I just need to wash my hands.” I tell her as I head to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I come back and she’s still in position rubbing the front of her diaper with her eyes closed.
“Uh oh is mommy’s good girl being bad?” I question with my hands on my hips. She quickly pulls her hand away, “sorry mommy my princesses parts were tingling.” She covers her face in shame.
“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie but I better not see you touch that little cock without mommy’s permission again. You hear me?” I bend down and help her slip on her swim tank top. “Yes mommy.”
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I’m laying on the day bed with my back propped up sipping a lemonade with my book watching as my sweet girl splashes around and swims like how she thinks a mermaid swims like. She’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Soon I’m gonna have to reapply her sunscreen, I don’t want her soft skin getting burnt.
She swims to the stairs and clutches her tummy. “Mommy I no feel good. My tummy really hurts.” Seems the suppository finally started to do its job. “Come to mommy baby I’ll help.” I call her over and she walks to me with her back bent and her arms clutching her stomach. I grab her arm and cradle her in my arms. Her wet body soaking my bikini. I brush her hair from her face as she moans in pain. “Shh it’s okay baby mommy is here now, I want you to take a deep breathe for me.” She breathes deeply, “Good girl, now i want you to make pushies.” She nods against my chest and scrunches her forehead.
I slip my hand down to her tummy and push just as she pushes. She moans in relief as she fills her diaper with her poop. “There we go such a Good Girl messing your diaper in mommy’s lap.” She grunts out as she keeps pushing and filling her diaper. “Ah mommy it’s so warm I can’t stop making poopy it keeps coming out.” I stroke her face and kiss her lips.
“It’s okay baby let it all out mommy will clean your stinky little butt up once you’re all finished.” I coo and she nods against my heavy breast and pulls my bikini top down my big double DD tit falling out. My nipple is already hard and leaking milk. “You want mommy milk baby?” I question quietly. She nods and whines opening her mouth and drool leaks out. “Shh it’s okay here you go sweet girl.” I slip my nipple into her mouth and she matches in right away sucking hard. I hold the back of her head just as my eyes shut in ecstasy.
Oh fuck that feels so good. I slip my hand between her legs and her little cock is pushing the soaking wet diaper out and I brush over it briefly eliciting a moan before I slide my hand against wet bottom. I press down and squish her diaper smearing her mess against her and she pushes her butt back against my hand liking the feel. I pat her bum and and move my hand back up and rub her chubby cock through the diaper. She moans in pushes against my hand searching for more. “You can come whenever you want baby.” She moans and nods suckling harder.
I need to see her little tits. I push her top up with my other hand that’s around her and her tiny tits spring to view. “So perfect baby I love those tits, only for mommy’s eyes to see.” She pulls my other tit out and plays with my nipple rolling it in between her fingers. I moan and rub her cock faster. She clamps her thighs closed and rides my hand. My nipple slips from her mouth and she moans as milk dribbles out across her chin. “Oh yes mommy yes I’m making cummies in my messy diaper.” Fuck she’s so sexy.
“Good Girl cum for mommy.” I praise her and slip my nipple back into her gaping mouth. “Now keep suckling on mommy’s tits.” She moans and licks my nipple before her rhythmic suckling resumes.
I wrote this Christmas caption with @prettymuchpottytrained, who is also the adorable little one pictured here. We hope you enjoy it and enjoy the holidays! This may also turn into its own story universe, so let us know if you want more!
Sunlight trickled into the room as the door inched open. The sleeping girl never stirred.
Mommy intended to wake her up from sleep slowly, but her momentary pause to take a quick picture gave their overly excited golden retriever an opening.
Instead of a tranquil picture of Kallie sleeping with her thumb in her mouth and a swollen diaper peeking out of her Christmas pajamas, Mommy captured the moment the puppy licked her face.
It wasn’t the perfect picture Mommy had hoped for—this was their first Christmas as a family since Kallie was regressed after all—but it was authentic to their new life.
And, if she was honest, even more adorable than she had hoped.
“Hehehehee, Kaya!” Kallie giggled, fighting off the overzealous puppy’s kissing onslaught.
“Well, good morning, little one,” Mommy cooed, “How did my precious babygirl sleep, hmmm?”
“M-mooooorning, Mama,” Kallie yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Mommy scooped up her groggy little, who clung to her like a koala. Kallie’s diaper squished on Mommy’s forearm, yet Mommy still pulled back the waistband of her diaper.
“Mamaaa!” Kallie whined.
Mommy expected that reaction, of course. Kallie always squirmed and fussed when her diaper was checked the first thing after she woke up.
Not that Kallie should be surprised. By now, waking up dry isn’t even a consideration. And waking up to a clean diaper is more of a surprise than a messy diaper.
“No poopies!” Mommy announces, carrying Kallie out of the room.
The smell of sizzling bacon and chocolate chip pancakes is unmistakable once they leave the bubble of baby powder and soiled diapers.
“Pantiecakes!” Kallie squealed in delight. Mommy can’t help but laugh at Kallie’s adorable name for pancakes.
Kallie was so excited about her “pantiecakes,” that she completely forgot it was Christmas morning—at least until she got upstairs.
There was no mistaking that it was Christmas up here.
As always, Nana and Gampa’s cabin was decked out for Christmas. Strings of Christmas lights wrapped the wooden walls as firewood crackled in the fireplace. And of course, the freshly cut Christmas tree with stacks of presents under it.
Though, unsurprisingly, Kallie only had eyes for the presents.
“Pwesents!” Kallie shouted, bouncing in Mommy’s arms.
Her pure, innocent excitement drew everyone’s attention to her, causing her to blush profusely.
“Merry Christmas, Peanut!” Daddy said from the kitchen,
She didn’t have any time to answer before Nana was pinching her cheeks and gushing over how cute she was.
“Breakfast will be ready in 15,” Daddy announced, “I have her morning bottle ready. Do you mind, babe?”
“Oh, no, you relax, dear,” Nana waved Mommy away. “This is a job for Nana, isn’t it, baby?”
Kalie’s cheeks continued to redden as she was placed in Nana’s lap. The twenty-two-year-old never felt more babyish than when Nana doted on her.
Especially lying there in her pajamas that did little to hide how soggy her diaper was.
And Nana always fussed over her diaper.
By the time her bottle was empty, Kallie was lost in a milk haze, barely registering Daddy’s voice as Nana burped her.
“Kallie? Do you wanna help Dada bring over the plates for breakfast?”
She answered with a loud burp.
“Good girl, get all the icky bubbles out of your tummy,” Nana encouraged as she gently patted Kallie’s back.
“C-coming, Dada!” Kallie shouted after one last burp.
“Be careful not to spill, baby,” Dada warned as Kallie grabbed two plates, “Those are for Nana and Gampa.”
After delivering the plates, Kallie turned around to get the remaining few.
“Come here, sweetie. Let’s get you in your high chair, okay?”
“B-buh!”
“No butts,” Mommy laughed, picking Kallie up and depositing her into her highchair. Her little feet swayed nervously being the center of attention.
Gampa took Kallie’s plate and cut up her pancakes into bite-sized pieces while Nana made silly faces.
“Don’t forget her bib, hun.”
“How could I forget?” Daddy laughed, wrapping the bib around Kallie.
The bib is red with a picture of Santa, next to it says, “Drinks more milk than Santa!”
“Can you read what it says, Peanut?” Daddy asked.
Her cheeks are as rosy red as the Santa on her bib. “D-dwinks mo’ m-milk den Santa…”
“Wow, good job!” Nana gushed, “What a smart baby you two have!”
“She loves to read,” Mommy said proudly, “If only she had that same enthusiasm for potty training!”
“Awww, don’t be too quick to make it past the diaper phase!” Nana responded sagely, “You’ll miss those moments one day.”
“Well, I’ll let you change her after those pancakes make it to her diaper, Mom,” Mommy retorted, smiling.
Daddy didn’t give her any time to dwell on the idea, feeding her a piece of pancake. Chocolate smeared on her cheeks.
“Your Daddy tells me you’re itching to go sledding today, little one. Are you sure you’re ready?” Gampa asked Kallie.
“I don’t know about that, Dad,” Mommy interjected.
“Mhm! M’a big girl! I cans do it, Mama!”
Gampa laughed at her bravery.
“Dadaaaa,” Kallie whined, bouncing and kicking her legs after waiting too long in between bites.
“How could I forget my little Kallie’s nummies?” Daddy answered.
“Don’t forget to drink your juice,” Mommy said, putting a sippy cup on her tray.
Juice trickled down Kallie’s cheeks and into her bib.
“Have you been a good girl for Santa this year?” Nana asked.
“M..M’fink sos! I…umm..been using ma manners a…an not squirmin and fussin during didi changes f-for m-mah teachers ah daycares!”
“Well,” Nana said conspiratorially, “That must be why I saw so many presents under the tree!”
Kallie giggled as she took another bite of pancakes.
“That’s my girl,” Daddy announced, ruffling her hair, “All done!”
“That must mean it’s time for presents!” Gampa added.
“Yahhhh pwesents! Pwesents, pweeeease?”
Mommy shot him an angry look.
“Once we clean up, honey. Not before,” Mommy commanded.
“H-hey!” Kallie squealed as Daddy checked her diaper.
“She didn’t poop yet, right, babe?” he asked Mommy.
“Not yet, but it shouldn’t be too long.”
All Kallie could do is cover her face in embarrassment until Nana pulls them away and wipes her cheeks and hands of the chocolate.
“Why don’t you watch some tv while the adults clean up, hmm?” Daddy suggested.
“B-buh…pwesents!”
“Once we clean up, I promise, kiddo.”
“Kay…wanna watch Bluey! Pretty please?”
“Bluey it is,” Mommy conceded, pulling her from the highchair and bringing her to the living room. “Now, can you be a good girl and watch quietly, or do I need to get your playpen?”
“Nuh uh! Big girl, Mama!”
“Okay, I trust you, baby.” Before she left to clean with Nana, Mommy put on Bluey.
Once out of earshot, Nana worriedly turns to Mommy. “I’m worried about her. Is she backed up?”
“Oh, she’s fine. She’s been a little potty-shy lately. Let her think we're distracted and I’m sure she’ll move things along.”
Nana nodded, but kept a watchful eye on the poor girl.
“Trust me, she’s okay. You won't have to wait long.”
“I don’t know, she’s such a cutie. I hate thinking she’s uncomfortable.”
Kallie glanced at the adults, who all seemed busy. She stood up, eyes fixed on the tv, whimpering as she unconsciously did a potty dance to the intro of Bluey.
“Bingo!” she shouted.
She sang along while slyly looking for a comfortable place to poop. She spied the couch and slowly toddled over, trying to act innocent.
Daddy elbowed Mommy and Nana, knowing all of Kallie’s telltale signs she’s about to fill her diaper.
“Bluey!”
As the show started, Kallie slowly crept to her chosen spot on the back of the couch, pushing her tummy against it and squatting down a bit.
“Mmghh.”
Her big breakfast and last night’s dinner erupted into the back of her diaper as she pushed. Her diaper strained under the weight of her mess, drooping dangerously low and pulling down her pajamas.
Everyone watched her little show, doing their best not to ruin the adorable moment unfolding on the couch.
At the silly girl who thinks she’s not obviously messing her diaper.
“Mmmggghhhh.”
A loud toot betrayed her, forcing her to blush. She wiggled her butt, still pooping, pretending to be invested in Bluey.
“A..all…mghff…d-done,” she whispered to herself.
After one final grunt, she takes a deep breath and relaxes, giggling. She immediately went back to watching her show, dancing and bouncing on the couch.
Unable to help herself–and struggling to stay composed in the face of something so adorable–Nana sat next to Kallie, smiling.
She does her best to ignore the smell of Kallie’s very dirty diaper.
“Enjoying your show, baby? Your Mama says this is your favorite! Can you tell me about it?”
Kallie tried to inch away from Nana to stay undetected, but is pulled into her lap.
Fighting to stay innocent, she nods excitedly. “Mhm! Dats Bluey! An an dats Bingo!”
Nana let Kallie ramble on about her favorite show, telling her about her favorite episodes, and who all the characters are.
“Those are her Mama and Dada! Buh they’re not as cool as mines! My Mama and Dada are the bestest!”
“Awww, thank you, peanut!” Daddy said as he headed downstairs to grab her diaper supplies.
Kallie’s rambling immediately slowed as Daddy came back upstairs with her diaper bag and set up the changing station right next to the Christmas tree.
“Uhh…ummm…keepy uppy is my favorite,” Kallie mumbled distractedly.
“Ohh, that’s exciting,” Nana responded, looking past Kalie.
Kallie feels the back of her diaper pulled back, turning to find Mommy smiling at her.
“Uhh ohhh, does Mama have a stinky baby, hmm? Are you my stinky baby? Yes, you are! Mama’s little stinkerpants!”
Nana sensed her embarrassment and pinched her cheeks before pulling Kallie into a hug.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetpea! Nana knows you’re just a baby and couldn’t help it!”
“Well, either way, time to get that tushie clean,” Mommy laughed, carrying you to the changing pad.
Nana followed Mommy, but Gampa grabbed his coffee and headed to the patio. “You girls have fun.”
Mommy knelt between Kallie’s legs and pulled off her pajama pants as Nana sat down next to her.
“Kaya, no!” Mommy chided the dog who shoved her nose into her diaper.
Kallie wiggles in shame, eyes welling with tears. “Nuuu, don’ wan ch-changies!”
As Mommy prepares the wipes, Kallie kicks and fusses, forcing her to grab her ankles.
“Such a squirmy baby this morning, aren’t you? Someone must be excited to play in the snow with Kaya after presents!”
Mommy knew she said the magic words as Kallie stopped fussing.
Kallie looked out the window at the falling snow and then down to the presents next to her.
“P-pwesants an-and swedding!”
“That’s right, honey,” Mommy cooed as she ripped the tabs of her diaper and used the front to wipe as much poop from her tush as possible. “Once you're clean, you can open presents!”
Between the promise of presents and sledding, Kallie barely fussed as her legs were thrust into the air and Mommy wiped her bum clean of poop–a slow process given the extent of her mess.
Kallie still wasn’t used to being changed so openly, like she was a genuine baby. Especially when there were people other than Mommy and Daddy.
Though she couldn’t deny she loved the attention from Mommy and Nana.
After what Kallie was sure was three hours, Mommy finally taped on her diaper and slid up her pajamas.
“There, all done, Ladybug! That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for not being a squirmy wormy baby!” Mommy praised, before blowing a big raspberry on Peanut’s tummy.
“Hehehe Mama!! Ticklesss!”
Nana grabbed the stinky, rolled up diaper and threw it away.
“Do I spy a clean Peanut?” Daddy boomed coming inside with Gampa. “Is it time for presents?”
“Yayayaya! Pwesents Dada!!”
Daddy suddenly looked serious. “Well, sweetie, can you do something very important for us?”
“Mhm!”
“I knew I could trust you! You’re going to be Santa and choose the next present for everyone to open? Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Dada!”
“Good girl! We’re all counting on you!”
Everyone took their seats on the couch next to the Christmas tree. Kallie was shaking with eager excitement.
“Who’s first, cutie?”
Kallie waddled to the tree, her diaper crinkling merrily with every step. When she bent down to choose a present, three inches of diaper poked out, causing Nana to gush about how cute she was.
“This one, Dada!” she decided, running to Gampa with a gift.
By the time she gave everyone but herself a gift, she was buzzing. Wrapping paper was strewn over the floor.
“Time for one of yours, honey!” Daddy said, “Grab one and come sit on my lap.”
“Okay, Dada!!”
Kallie grabbed the biggest one she could find. “This one from Nana and Gampa!!”
Daddy helped Peanut bring it over, putting the present at his feet for Kallie to open. She didn’t need any encouragement, ripping it open without any hesitation.
“Ahhhh, itsa Bluey play house!!! An an an look it has Bluey and Bingo! Thank you Nana and Gampa!” Kallie shouted as she ran over to give them hugs.
“You’re very welcome, dear,” Nana answered, patting her cheek. Gampa looked just as surprised as Kallie to discover what the present was.
Suddenly, Kallie looked like she remembered something. “Oh oh, Mama and Dada!! M…I made you this at daycare an an…it’s cause you’re the bestest Mama and Dada ever!”
She bent down and grabbed a poorly wrapped package, holding it as if it were her masterpiece. She brought it to Daddy for them to open.
“My gosh, Peanut!” Daddy gushed, “You got us something?”
“M-mhm! Open it!”
Mommy carefully unwrapped the present, trying to fight back tears. When they opened the box they found a Christmas ornament.
“Baby…this is…well…” Mommy could no longer fight back tears, “This is the best gift ever!”
She held up the ornament for Nana and Gampa to see. It was a beautiful red ball with a drawing of Mommy, Daddy, and Kallie.
On the other side of the drawing, Kallie had written “Baby’s First Christmas, 2025.”
A collective “awwww” rang out as Mommy and Daddy wrapped their babygirl in a bear hug.
“We love you, little one,” Mommy crackled through tears, “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I…I love you too, Mama. And Dada!”
The moment was only broken when Daddy couldn’t control himself anymore and walked to his bedroom to “grab something special” for Kallie.
She was confused as she still had more than a few presents to open.
Mommy gave him the “slow down” look, but it was obvious Daddy couldn’t wait any longer.
When he got back, there was only a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. He scooped up Kallie and put her in his lap.
“This is from Mama and me, sweetie. I couldn’t wait anymore after I opened your amazing gift. Anyway, here you go.”
Kallie took the box from Daddy, holding it like it was a precious gem. She ripped the wrapping paper and found only a black box.
“Open it, silly,” Daddy said to her confused look.
When she did, she saw some weird bracelet. It took a second to realize what it is.
“I-is this…a-a Magic band, Dada?” she asked.
“Why don’t you keep opening it, baby?” Daddy prompted.
She did.
Kallie found a hand drawn ticket from Daddy that said “Good for one week at Disney World with Mommy and Daddy.”
Underneath it was a paper wrapped around a keycard that said “Kallie’s key to the Beach Club Resort.”
Under the keycard were a few random tickets, such as: one “Good for ONE Get Out Of A Nap Free” card; two “Good for ONE big girl drink at Epcot” cards; and three “Good for ONE Snack of Your Choice” cards; and finally, one “Good for ONE Disney Stuffie of Your Choice” card.
Kallie slowly put it all together, her eyes full of tears. She looked at Daddy. And then Mommy.
“W-we’re g-going to D-Disneyw-world?!”
“That’s right, baby! We leave in two weeks!”
Kallie squealed in utter delight, practically tackling Daddy as she leaned to hug both him and Mommy.
It was another ten minutes before she calmed down enough to start handing out more presents. Of course, more than a few of the presents were Disney related to tease the idea of Disney before the grand reveal.
But it didn’t matter.
Not when they watched their little one fully regress in pure, unfiltered joy. By the time she opened her last present, she barely resembled the twenty-two year old girl she was.
She was their little.
An hour later, Kallie was lying on the carpet next to her Bluey playset, fast asleep, still holding her Bluey figurine in her hand. Her binky still bobbed slowly.
Daddy and Mommy watched her sleep for a few minutes, soaking it all in. Eventually, Daddy put down his whiskey and carefully picked her up and brought her downstairs for a nap.
All anyone could talk about for the next hour she was asleep was how adorable their little Kallie was—and how perfect their first Christmas was going.
Mommy tried to talk Daddy out of taking her sledding after she woke up. But eventually gave in. Besides, the thick, poofy snowsuit they got was far too adorable to not use.
And the hill behind the cabin wasn’t too dangerous. She may be their little, but she was big enough to be safe. And it’s not like Daddy and Gampa wouldn’t be right there with her.
But until she woke up, they were content to prepare dinner and watch football, checking on her every so often in the baby monitor.
I've been thinking about messy pull up "accidents" a lot lately.
They're more embarrassing than messy diapers, to me. If you're in a diaper then it's expected that you'd go #2 in it. That's what babies, even big ones like you, do in their diapers.
But, pooping in a pull up? Didn't you tell me that was supposed to be for just in case dribbles? Or, you only wear them at night? Your girlfriend makes you wear them because of that "one time". Surely you can tell when you have to do that, right?
And, oh god, it's so obvious. The thin padding inflates immediately and leaves a round lump pressed tightly against your bottom. Sometimes it starts sagging and you get a hint from the leg cuffs about what's inside. Even with pants on, a packed pull up is hard to miss. No one would have noticed you were wearing padding at all, until you pushed a firm load in to it.
Why do you do it? Are you confidently pee potty trained with weeks of dry pants logged on your chart, but get a little nervous when it comes to poop? Do you ask for a pull up then go hide in the corner before shuffling out and asking for a change? Or do you secretly make a mess in the morning in what's supposed to be your protection for bedwetting? Maybe you want to be demoted to diapers. Not so big after all but can't admit it out loud. Instead, you resort to the babiest act there is, and just hope that someone notices and puts you in your place.
Or, maybe you like what it does to you. Does it make you feel small, or naughty, or pathetic, or disgusting, or aroused? Probably all of those at once, I bet. Do you ever touch yourself after pooping in your pull up? I don't blame you.
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